Well, the guy he's dating had a haircut before their date. So I was listening, or at least pretending to listen while glancing at the delicious-looking shshimi on the menu, when my friend whispers --
"Not that kind of haircut."
I looked up in horror -- "He didn't..."
My friend gave me an ever so guilty nod.
"But -- you can get that done professionally in Manhattan?"
Another guilty nod, and then my friend begins to explain to me how it was shaped into a nice symmetrical tuft.
I immediately flag the waiter. "Can I get a bottle of Saki? PLEASE?"